I'm 17 years old. I just stepped off my very first flight with a guitar in one hand and a suitcase full of swimsuits and sandals in the other. I was born and raised in Southern California, so naturally I packed for a beach.The destination, Music City, Nashville, Tennessee in January. My local host, a sweet woman with a southern draw thick enough to spread on toast, took one look at me and said, "Well, good lord, honey. It is colder than a witch's titty in a brass bra out here. Where's your coat, sugar?" And ...

When I was an undergraduate student, I had never heard of bioatistics, much less thought about it as a career. I had taken one statistics course. It was required for my math major.And I don't know about you, I found it a little dull, stale. Uh, and as a matter of fact, I noticed on the way in here, students were asked on a big whiteboard, they were asked, um, what are some impossibilities. And among the other things, I saw a statistics course was written out there as an impossibility.I I feel your pain. Uh, ...